Dear Bully,
Somehow you got my number. When I didn't come to school on Thursday or Friday, you panicked.
You kept texting me.
"Why weren't you in school today?"
"Are you okay?"
"Who the fuck cares? Don't answer that."
"Bitch answer."
"Are you too busy killing yourself?"
"Don't harm yourself."
"Haha. I'm just kidding."
"Whore."
I couldn't reply back, obviously.
You thought I was going to kill myself. I wouldn't do that. That would mean you will win. You should know, I'm very competitive.
Love,
Ashton
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Letters To My Bully
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